"Ah," chirps the young man perched on the nearby desk. "Phones. I can certainly understand your confusion." He shifts around to fish one out from his satchel: it's an oddly high-tech little gadget for a man dressed in what looks like Ancient Roman-styled leather armor. Hardened leather skirt and all. He's helpful, though, willing to slide off his seat and show Rosco the little lit-up screen.

"They don't have anything like this where I'm from, either. It took me a while to get the hang of it. But put simply, you use them to communicate with other people across long distances. As long as they have one, you can put in a number and the device will let you speak with them."

He has some thoughts on the man's second question, too. But from experience... adjusting to the strange new world of Earth gizmos is enough to take in at one time.